Break Time

I’ve been trying to fall asleep on my chair using my pillow to block out the light just so I could stop thinking until I got tired trying. I stand up and went out yet it was too hot outside watching the speeding cars on the street. I wonder why there’s no traffic at this time of the day.

There! The questions are there again, like popcorns that keep popping.  I don’t even have time to answer the first one before the next train of thought comes.  Maybe, our minds are like that of children, a factory of questions. Only, we try to ignore some because we are too busy with our everyday life. If I write down some of the questions, I might have answers in some future time so here are some of them. Maybe, you could help me out.

I miss you.

Do you say you miss a person because you love that person? Or is it the physical intimacy that you’ve previously shared that you miss? If there was no physical intimacy, would you miss her/him?

Please don’t go away.

Is going away one way of saying goodbye? What are we afraid of? Are we afraid that once they’re gone, they might forget us? Or are we afraid of our own self, forgetting what we felt for them and not keeping our promise of staying in love even if we’re far apart.

Meeting.

Why do we want to see each other always? Is it because we love that person and really want to be with them? Or are we afraid that if we don’t meet often, they might find someone else to fall in love with? Or are we afraid of our own self that we might fall out of love and find someone else to fall in love, thus, breaking our promises?

I love you.

Why do we keep reminding the persons we love that we love them and that we miss them? Is it because we are afraid they might forget that we do love them and might find other persons to love more than they loved us? Or are we just reminding ourselves that these are the persons we love and that we must not forget that we love them.

Happiness.

How do we measure happiness? Is it by counting the material things we possess, the number of friends we have, the places we’ve traveled, the positions we have?  Can we really measure happiness? When can we say we are truly happy with our own lives?

Writing down some thoughts is kind of liberating sometimes and I have not done that much writing on this blog and the other blogs for sometime. I need to find more inspiration from both the outside and the virtual world.